MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Earthly Fetish’

fancy fascination
with the form
of the earth

is it round
is it square
perhaps a triangle

merely observed
in distant vacuum
as blue object
hanging in space

our senses far from perfect
our mind a born liar
our science based images
assume a sense of certainty

and then those who
don’t swallow that ball
searching for difference
being the odd one out

the argument is hot
is it not
the topic profound
meaning a lot

the base of western society
rooted in continuous data
poked out of the thin air

whoever wants to fight
the windmills of Don Quixote
is gently yet surely crucified
then barbequed at stake
all in the one lifetime

the truth is not too obvious
that those who fight for it
the point is not
the shape of the earth

it is the fundamental ideas
forming our societal beliefs
which would crumble to the ground
should we pick a different stance

based on science
we can trust perhaps
or maybe not

will we ever learn
to be simply happy
to still be alive
settling the argument

with no further agenda
to change or to destroy
to quarrel and argue
to conquer and fight

is that a too far fetched
reality
i ask

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